"We didn't have to go somewhere this nice," I mumble as Kent sends his credit card back for our tab.

He'd chosen a new steakhouse he'd heard about through a family friend. It was delicious, but quite expensive. I would have been happy doing anything with him; it didn't have to be this fancy.

"Juls, let me treat you." He sighs. "It's a special night. We've done diners and chain restaurants before. This is special, and I wanted to do something nice. I didn't want our fancy clothes ...